Silly Muthafucka

Yeah

Whole squad laughin' at you

H-Town

Uh

You the type flex hard in the group chat

Screenshots show you only got a FoodStamp

You the type post drip at the mall

Tags on the fit still hangin' by the drawl (dummy)

You the type talk tough on the 'Gram

See us in person, dappin' up, callin' me "fam"

You the type say you outside, you lit

But your mama in the back yellin', "Take out the trash!" (lil boy)

Silly muthafucka, why you act like that? (why?)

Talkin' like a boss, but you cap like that

Whole hood know you just play pretend

Silly muthafucka, can't keep up that trend

You the type pour soda in a gold cup

Take a quick pic, swear that it’s “poured up”

You the type yell "gang" in the crowd

Ride home solo, quiet, lookin' at the ground

You the type steal lingo, wrong context

Say it to the wrong one, now you feel stressed

You the type at the club in the line

Post from the corner like you skipped that time (stop lyin')

You the type with a fake backstage pass (ha)

Selfie in the corner by the mop and the trash

You the type say you plugged with the plug (you not)

"Gimme front, big bro," then you run off, duck

You the type, new lie every season

We just sit back, keep laughin' for a reason (for real)